Thursday in Nice, France

Kaitlin woke up around 8am to try to secure a bed in the same hostel for that night. Around 10am she got me for breakfast. With no rooms open the receptionist called over to Hostel Chez Patrick and secured an open room for us. So we dragged our belongings to Hostel Chez Patrick, payed for the room left our large bags there until the room was ready and ventured out into Nice in search of food. We stopped at a local grocery store and picked up fresh apples, grapes and avocados and a large hunk of cheese, found ourselves a shady spot under a tree and had a picnic. Afterward we sat, conveniently with our hat up, and practiced playing the mouth harp... we were not impressive enough to entice anyone to leave spare change.

After lunch and the show we crashed in the hostel for close to 5 hours, we needed the rest. Again, we woke up famished and ventured out for dinner. After a long walk we finally approached an acceptable restuarant (our standards aren't  high, we just want authentic, reasonably priced food) and sat down for some onion, potatoe, olive and cheese pizza. Deliscioso! Afterward we walked through the streets, it seems these narrow, beckoning streets can be found in all cities of the Mediterranean. We came across some street performers and indulged on gelato during the performance. During our twisted long walk to the beach we encountered many street performers and accepted that our harp skills were not up to par for the competition. At the beach we relaxed, letting our food digest and taking in the cool sea breeze.

On our way back to the hostel we enjoyed many more street performances and marveled at the beauty and antiquity of Nice. When we returned we spent some time on our computers updating, uplaoding, downlaoding and chatting. We decided to make some mixed drinks and after a few realized we were going to need a midnight snack, so again, we left our air conditioned room in search of food. We found a fast food restaurant and without prompt we were told, by another customer, to order the gyro. I was hestitant at first because so many things looked so good, but we had follow his advice, if he had the courage and gaul to suggest a menu item to strangers, then it had to be good, and boy was he right. This gyro was out of this world. I cannot even explain it... Kaitlin if you would help me out....
I don't know what we are to expect in Greece and Turkey, but the French make a good gyro. After we finished the gyros we closed up for the night and mentally prepared to conquer a new language barrier for the third time in a week. Au revoir France, buon giorno Italy.